"Good morning Mr. Trenton, this is an unexpected honor if your full name is
Buckminister Trenton the Third."

"That's the one I'm afraid. I'm calling to ask a favor of you and I'm not
sure of the protocols so I thought I'd start at the top. You have a first
year pre law student there, Paul Wilcott. He and my son are great friends
and..."

Bucky frowned slightly when the Chancellor interrupted his explanation with
laughter. "Excuse that Mr. Trenton, but I feel I know the young man well
since I have a teenage daughter. She maintains a shrine on her bedroom wall
that includes a very large somewhat revealing poster of Paul as the
centerpiece."

Bucky giggled, much relieved that he wasn't dealing with a bore "Do you
mean the one of him on the rings?"

"That's the one. Now please continue."

"A group of about seventy-five of us are planning to attend Saturday's meet
and all other home meets and I was wondering if you would be interested in
receiving a ten million dollar grant to begin a new fund dedicated to
academic AND athletic scholarships or put another way, very smart jocks who
require financial assistance. There would be a few small strings," Bucky
added quickly.

"For that amount there could be any number of strings," the Chancellor
responded cautiously and waited for the other shoe to drop.

"I was wondering if an area with the best view of the floor could be
reserved for our party along with providing seventy-five jerseys in
assorted sizes and of course caps in University colors. My son and his
friends all love caps. Oh, the ten million would be annual, continuing for
as long as Paul remains there even through law school."

Bucky couldn't see the Chancellor nearly fall from his chair. "Anything
else?" he squeaked.

"No, I can't think of anything else."

"It's a pity there wasn't such a fund when Paul applied. We wanted him
badly and knew there would be a bidding war. It had to be one or the other
so we offered him a full academic scholarship and of course the quality of
our gymnastics coach finally sold him."

Bucky sat up quickly, "He accepted? He has no need. His parents are close
friends and I'm very surprised. In the future I will underwrite all costs
administered through the school of course. Paul doesn't need to know. That
way his award can be granted to someone truly in need."

The Chancellor giggled, "That is almost exactly what Mr. Wilcott said and
did."

"I'm very relieved, thank you for your confidence."

Bucky could almost hear the Chancellor grin through the phone. "I would
very much like to add a string if you'll consider it. You are cordially
invited to join us on the Board of Trustees."

"Thank you for the very great honor, I accept. In return may I offer your
daughter the flipside photo of Paul and/or Dylan Kelly all autographed?

The Chancellor gasped, "Good Lord thank you but no, we'd never get her out
of her room. Something tasteful and autographed would certainly be
appreciated though."

Bucky giggled, "Certainly, Marc Wilcott, Paul's brother is the photographer
and Dylan Kelly is the magazine's publisher. Dylan will attend as well as
many of the other boys featured in recent months."

"Good Lord, if this gets out, the town, the University and the gymnastics
meet will be mobbed."

"It won't get out I assure you. We are very security conscience as you may
imagine. That magazine has caused us continued problems to the point the
boys including my son frequently threaten both Marc and Dylan," Bucky
giggled again, "however they never fail to accept full payment for the use
of their photos and are actually flattered. I'll tell you what
Mr. Chancellor..."

"Call me Frank please."

"Thank you Frank, I'm Bucky. We're having a dinner after the meet at the
Hilton. You and your family are cordially invited. Meanwhile I'll get Marc
Wilcott to dig out some tasteful, never seen before photos of the boys your
daughter may like."

"Thank you Bucky, we'll see you at the meet. Goodbye."

"Okay Frank, say, why don't you plan on joining us at the meet? We'll find
the seats and perhaps have your daughter could bring a friend."

"Thanks Bucky, ah, did I hear you right that other young men featured in
that magazine will be there as well, even one named Doug? She actually has
three shrines, Paul on one wall, the swimmer Doug on another and Dylan's
has been up the longest on the third."

Bucky giggled again and assured Frank that Doug would indeed be there. They
said their goodbyes a second time and disconnected. While Frank was off to
the field house to talk to the Athletic Director, Bucky was rocking in his
chair thinking about what he may have just done inadvertently. It didn't
involve the scholarship fund, he'd planned to do that anyway, no, it was
the possibility that he'd just breached his own security policy. He buzzed
Joe to see if he was available. Soon both Joe and Will appeared in his
office through the private entrance.

He explained that he just got off the phone and had blocked out enough
space at Paul's upcoming meet for everyone to sit together so security at
the meet would be easier. What he'd failed to do was to ask the Chancellor
to avoid telling his teenage daughter.

"Bucky!" Joe scolded with a grin, "By the time that girl gets done running
her mouth, all of the teenage girls in Boston will know. Did you tell him
where we're staying?" Bucky nodded. "Okay, it's Monday, we have time. I'll
send fifty uniformed guys from here plus we'll have however many Boston can
supply. We'll send ours up in the limo's, Hummer's and Suburban's so we
have them up there too for transport. Will and I will scoot up there this
afternoon to check out the venue. We'll talk to our Boston Chief, since he
doesn't even know we're coming yet. Hopefully we can find some high points
inside the building for snipers and hopefully mix in a dozen or so
specialists with the crowd up high in the nose bleed sections looking down
so they can look for anomalies. Then we've got the boy's personal army of
guards."

"How many of the boys will be packing?" Bucky asked and added, "Oh, and
tell David and Noah to back off from the boy's packing, even one in the
chamber. They've both avowed to protect each other no matter what. It's
just too bad they chose different weapons. Doug can hide his twenty-five
caliber easily while poor Buck is perfectly content to carry his little
automatic in what appears to be a camera bag."

"Doug, Buck, JC, and our little Arab friend definitely, the twins maybe,
I'll ask Vincent, but I know they're getting good. Maybe some of the other
California mob as well." Will answered. He smacked his forehead, "We should
give Marc a piece too," he grinned, "just not his favorite rifle with
exploding ammo. He'll be delighted and he's really good with anything."

"Okay," Bucky sighed, "Dust off my Walther and have a piece for John and
Bill ready as well, whatever they want."

"As each succeeding edition of Dylan's rag comes out it will be more
intense. I'm told that there will even be a swimsuit edition, featuring
speed suits of course and you can guess who the models will be, one, Doug,
has already been exposed in profile in August. This will be a practice meet
for us in Boston and for three others there, and another four away
meets. Then there will be regional and nationals for Paul. Doug and Buck
will have meets on the preppy circuit at first, then Doug will go on to
regionals and then nationals and then international. I don't really think
Buck will make it, and Evan has already dropped out due to the press of
business, which I understand but regret; he's a natural diver, while Buck
dreams of being Doug's roommate for a few weeks. Internationally, I would
depend on Hans and Herman's expertise. I have enemy's and Evan has enemy's,
the schedules will be advertised, we'll just have to be ready to protect
the boys as best we can at any event they and we, as fans, might attend."
Bucky added softly, "Tell your guys that excuses or failure are not
options. Pay them accordingly from the start. Tell them that if there is a
problem and they handle it, that there will be bonuses large enough to
vacation on for a year as well as promotions. Tell them I reward
efficiency. Let them guess the alternative." Since Bucky's voice was
suddenly chewing rocks, and he looked away, they understood exactly what he
implied and left his office quietly.

Bucky was right about breaching security, but he didn't do it. Dylan's new
publicist did, he announced Dylan's near term schedule on national
television on the 'E' Channel. The motorcade was a block away from the
hotel before they began to see crowds of people mostly teenage girls, all
moving in the same direction, toward the Hilton and none of those needed to
be a rocket scientist to realize who was riding in the motorcade. The only
saving grace at the hotel was that it had a parking garage, which could be
sealed off.

Bucky grinned when he heard Doug comment to Dylan riding in another car,
"When we get there mother fucker, you'll get stripped and thrown out the
window to your fans."

Evan added, "Do we cut them off or just toss him and hold on? Either way
will be messy."

"Come on guys," Dylan answered from his car "I told you I fired the guy. He
was just a little over enthusiastic, he didn't understand that I don't need
more fans and that was what he was trying to do."

"You shouldn't have done that so soon. We could have tossed him, but we
still have you and you'll be on the bottom all weekend," Buck warned.

Dylan giggled, "Yeah? So what's my punishment?"

Bucky pointedly cleared his throat. "I would remind you that everyone, even
adults are wearing the same communications devises. I suggest you discuss
Dylan's penalty another time or change channels."

"Yes Sir." Buck rumbled.

The line of cars and trucks disappeared into the parking garage slowly
because of the crowd trying to see through the deeply tinted glass even
though ten uniformed guards tried to push them back. As soon as the rear
most Suburban was through, the steel chain gate rumbled down with nine
guards outside and one inside to operate the gate for guests and other
hotel visitors.

Bucky had booked the whole top floor, which were all suites. Much more room
than needed considering the boy's sleeping habits; which would be mostly
together, but all the proprieties were to be observed outside in public.

Bucky dispatched a limo to pick up Paul and Morgan from their secret home
near the University. They tried living in a dorm room at first but with
open dorms that didn't last long. There was always someone knocking on the
door whether fellow students or teenage girls, all wanted autographs on
their posters. Clever Dylan was making a fortune selling posters printed on
heavy paper and shipping them rolled up in tubes at fifteen dollars a
pop. The printed posters were not just of Paul although he was the best
seller; Doug was second. Dylan's inventory included any guy featured in his
magazine for teenyboppers who was showing skin somewhere and the
photographer was mostly Marc Wilcott since he alone had access to a
veritable young stud barn of athletes and all were highly photogenic.

Dinner that night was in a private dining room; it was a buffet so the boys
could pig out dressed informally, but thankfully dressed. Bucky warned them
on the short flight about any inappropriate behavior. The guilty individual
or individuals would not be going on the Thanksgiving cruise or be with
their respective parents at Christmas on Dagger Key or the visit to Bachal,
Medi's country. He'd crushed just enough rocks in his voice that the gang
understood that he was serious.

The shirts and caps were delivered in their absence and everyone had a
great time finding their size and trying them on. Doug handed Medi and Sean
double extra large and Hans and Herman of course got extra small. While
Medi and Sean put theirs on and wore them like nightshirts with giggles,
Herman and Hans barely got their heads through the neck opening. Medi
looked up at Doug and the others, all-laughing at him.

Medi grinned a wagged a come hither finger at Doug and when he was close
enough he punched Doug in the balls, giggled, grabbed Sean and began to run
away across the big lounge. Before Doug could recover enough to give chase,
Medi stepped on the hem of the huge shirt and tumbled, taking Sean down
with him. Before either was recovered, Hans and Herman pounced, scooped up
the two boys and threw them over their wide shoulders effortlessly. "We
exchange shirts, yes?" Hans explained quietly as they left the suite for
their own while wearing the little boys' shirts like necklaces. Medi and
Sean went limp and while giggling, they couldn't help use their hands to
feel the broad backs of the powerful bodies that held them.

While this fun was going on, Paul held Marc and Dylan by their necks,
almost off the floor to get their undivided attention. He lifted Marc so
they were eye to eye; his feet were dangling. "The Chancellor got you a
press pass so you'll be down on the floor real close, but if I see you use
a flash and disturb my new retinues while I'm on apparatus or the mat I
will break off since I've lost, it won't matter. I promise you this, if it
happens I will hand you your balls." He looked down on Dylan and lifted him
as well with his other hand. "You got that Mr. Publisher?" he asked with a
gleam in his eye. "The same goes for you." Both Marc and Dylan nodded
helplessly. Paul let them go, dusted them off and collared them with his
arms. "Come on Morgan and Peter," he said over his shoulder, "we're going
to bed." Morgan followed his lover with a smile and shaking his head in
wonder. He was shocked and in awe after watching Paul effortlessly hold up
the two guys in front of him while straight armed; about one-forty to one
hundred-fifty pounds respectively, with their feet off the floor while he
threatened them and all while smiling benignly with no signs of stress or
strain.

The boys and their guards left Bucky and Becky's Presidential suite in
twos, fours or sixes until the adults were left alone. "Well," said Bucky
thoughtfully, "that was interesting. At least they behaved, which is a
milestone."

Ben Goldman and his wife looked at each other, as did Morgan's parents. Ben
spoke up, "It's true then, they're all gay? Why didn't they just say so? We
love our sons and they honor us."

Bucky looked at Ben and answered calmly, "Because it's the most difficult
thing they have to admit in their young lives. Would you rush to your
parents in a mostly gay society and tell them you only liked girls when
same sex love was accepted and expected as the norm?"

"Ah, I see your point. Harmon was always quiet as well as a great
researcher and super at restoration but never showed an interest in either
sex. Spencer, now, well he chased girls and caught them from when he was
thirteen," he added.

"Yes, but whom was he doing things to? In his mind, was it the girl in his
arms or perhaps someone else, a guy, even perhaps his older brother?" Bucky
didn't wait for an answer, he continued, "Buck and I have always talked
about anything. He first told me he knew he was gay and then about Doug and
about how during Doug's swim meets, he loved looking at his long lean body,
his freckles, his beautiful handsome face, big blue eyes and messy curly
red hair. The kid was in love, or at least infatuated. He went over to
Wilcott's one night, and told me in the morning that Doug was there too,
and that Doug felt the same for Buck. That was the end of my
conjecture. Doug didn't even know Buck's last name until the next day so
their affair was not money motivated. Either accept your sons, or lose
them." Bucky's eyes roamed the two sets of parents.

Morgan was an only child, His parents nodded. His father had tears in his
eyes and an accepting grin when he said, "One benefit of having Paul in the
family will be that we'll have not one, but two attorneys for free."

John Wilcott giggled, "Reduced rate perhaps but free is not in a lawyer's
vocabulary. Trust me, why do you think everyone calls us sharks? There's a
course they'll get, I think third year about fees."

Bucky giggled, "You've got that right, the last time I asked you if it was
going to be a nice day, I got billed for a thousand bucks and you never did
answer me, but I did ask and you, you sleaze, were riding in my chopper
into the city and I don't remember if it rained or not."

Gradually, all the parents finished their drinks, said good night and
disappeared until only Bucky and Becky were left in their Presidential
suite - they thought, there were two other bedrooms. Becky left with a kiss
on Bucky's cheek urging him not to be late for bed. Bucky dozed until his
cell phone began to vibrate in his pocket. "Yes?" he jerked awake as if
he'd been stung, but with a groggy voice without really opening his
eyes. He listened to the caller for a few seconds and then exploded, fully
awake, "If you can't lease one then buy one!" he growled. "There must be a
platform for the choppers! I don't care about costs, just get it done!" He
was talking to Joe. He slapped his phone closed in an impotent very
dangerous mood.

Buck stood at the kitchen door with two sandwiches on paper plates. "What's
the problem Dad?" he asked with a tremor in his voice, he'd never seen his
father so upset about anything.

Bucky waved his son over. "The problem is, my son that I know about the
Thanksgiving cruise and its purpose. I planned on two armed Black Hawks to
support you if you needed them. They need somewhere to take off from and a
bulk cargo ship is the answer."

"How exactly did you find out Dad?" Buck asked with a slight smile as if
he'd already guessed.

"Evan. He didn't rat you out but I did warn him that if any of you guys
planned anything a little over the top, that I wanted to know about it so I
could either squash it or help out in the background." Bucky grinned, "I
told Evan that if any operations went south for want of my help in some
way, that I would begin very seriously being his guardian until he was
eighteen. That made him go a little pale until I asked him if fifty bucks a
week would be too much for him as an allowance, that's when he nearly
fainted."

Buck nearly choked on a bite of the second sandwich, the one he made for
Doug. After his gravelly giggles died, he asked, "You wouldn't take over
all of Faclonberg's businesses would you?"

Bucky shrugged, "Nope, probably not before our talk and now, after it, it
won't ever be necessary."

Buck began laughing. He pointed at his father and rolled to the floor
holding his sides. "Dad! You dummy," he accused, "if you can't lease a
freighter in time, just borrow one of Evan's supertankers. Even a loaded
one could be diverted for a few days and the ship wouldn't even notice the
weight of two choppers, plus, we'd keep the whole operation inside the
Family," he added.

Somehow using his voice, Buck had changed the word family into Family and
his father realized that Buck was right. They had rather rapidly come
together to be a world wide Family. The idea of such an organization
actually being formed was startling. Bucky shook himself and reached for
his phone again, "Where's Evan hanging his pants to night?"

Buck shrugged, "I have no idea since Doug and I needed some alone time and
decided that your suite would be quiet. Wait until morning, you know he'll
agree, but you better get back to Joe to tell him about the new plan so the
poor overworked bastard can get some sleep."

"I will, and an apology is in order as well, I hope he isn't pissed at me."

"I think it's the other way around, he hopes that you aren't too pissed at
him. Remember the meat grinder?" Buck asked while returning to the kitchen
to fix he and Doug another sandwich each, disregarding the minor fact that
he'd just eaten two himself.

###

The Family arrived at the University arena early, intentionally, to avoid
the crowds. They found that the crowds beat them anyway although the mob
couldn't get in yet, they didn't care. They were most interested in the
line of midnight blue cars and who climbed from them. Concentrated lines of
uniformed guards kept the unloading area clear as everyone climbed out
until Doug appeared wearing his goofy, 'I don't know why I'm so amazed'
look and grin when cheering began. He nodded, his grin expanded he waved
and then all hell broke loose.

The mob moved toward him and he to them. He slipped through the guard
phalanx somehow and began signing autographs after someone slipped a pen
into his hand. Doug blushed at first on seeing himself in his Speedo,
stretching. He remembered the shot. He was standing on a starting block
with his arms above his head. His body was in profile and his cock, while
actually somewhat bent to the side, appeared to be trying to escape the
waistband of the tight revealing little suit. Only one of the uniformed
guards had the presence of mind to stay with him and kept wandering hands
from exploring the protrusion in his pants.

"Keep signing but turn left and make your way to the doors," the guard
shouted above the tumult. Doug nodded and obeyed. The guard finally gave
him a push and the doors closed at his back while the young guard turned,
joined his fellows and began pushing the crowd back.

Buck grinned at Doug when they were reunited. "Asshole," he grumped, "you
could have gotten MY cock ripped off, don't ever do that again."

Doug giggled, "I got you all inside didn't I, with MY cock intact I
believe?" He looked down at Buck's bulge significantly with a raised
eyebrow as they made their way up the ramp that led into the arena.

Bucky turned to Joe wearing a pleased smile. "Send someone to find the kid
who helped Doug. He's promoted. Attach him to the house staff until we find
out, ah, his likes and dislikes and what else he can do."

Doug overheard and grinned, "I think I already know what he likes Bucky,"
he struck a pose, "me. He groped me twice accidentally on purpose while he
was pushing those crazy babes' hands away from me AND asked me if I'd
autograph his poster of me too just before we got inside. I said sure and
told him I could get him Paul's too. He nearly shit when I even offered him
one of Paul on the rings that Marc took from the front."

Bucky's eyes widened, "You mean there is a flipside?" he asked
incredulously.

John Wilcott laughed at Bucky's expression. "I don't believe you've ever
toured the boy's bunkhouse have you? I assure you there is a flipside and I
like that one the best." He saw Bucky's expression change and rushed to
reassure him, "I don't mean it like that, I like it because Paul held
himself effortlessly and it was taken while he was smiling." He giggled
with a thought, "He probably just told his little brother to take the
picture or he was dropping down and would cause Marc to become mincemeat or
a eunuch. Marc doesn't like that shot much because Paul was smiling and not
serious like every other male gymnast he's seen, but Paul always makes
every move so effortless. He loves what he does so he gets his goofy grin
and carries on in his own little gymnastics world."

"I've got to see this," Bucky said as they all found the seats that had
been taped off for them, only there was a group of adults, some with
children apparently already there and all were wearing jerseys and school
hats.

Frank Wilson, the University Chancellor rushed along the isle. He passed
camera shy Bucky and John and offered his hand to Bill Henderson. "Bucky?"
he asked but didn't wait for an answer, "I'm Frank Wilson. It's a pleasure
to meet you for the first time." He tossed his thumb, "Also for the first
time the entire Board of Trustees is attending a sporting event together
with our families. I took the liberty of blocking off additional space near
you."

Bucky stepped around John and offered his hand with a grin of
embarrassment, "Actually I'm Bucky and this is John Wilcott, Paul's father
and that's Bill Henderson, Doug's father." He pointed at Doug amid the
crowd of boys mixed with their bodyguards.

"OOPS!" Frank boomed, "Open mouth, change feet. I'm so sorry, but I thought
you were one of the teenagers," he said quietly.

Bucky laughed, " I assure you that I haven't been one of those for fifteen
years." The doors had been unlocked and people were streaming in and
finding seats wherever. Bucky motioned to Joe. Joe bent down to hear his
orders. "Include the Chancellor and his party in our security net please
and quickly. This place is filling up fast."

The uniformed guards flowed in with the crowd and moved with a bunch of
squealing girls toward the group wearing maroon and white jerseys. The
guards surrounded the group and sat down but looked back, to their sides or
down depending where they ended up sitting in the tiers of seats. The young
man that helped Doug sat in the front row and swiveled his head constantly,
looking for potential problems.

Joe tapped him on the shoulder. "Would you come with me please?" he
asked. "Someone wants to meet you."

"Huh? What did I do wrong? I thought I was just doing my job," he half
argued as he stood and reluctantly followed Joe toward where Bucky sat.

Bucky stood up to shake hands with the lad that still looked like a
teenager. "Hi, I'm Bucky. That was nice work outside with Doug and he
appreciated it as he'll tell you later at dinner."

The young man had no clue who Bucky was. He smiled brightly, "Hi Bucky,
glad to meet you, I'm Alex, and thanks, just doing my job. That kid just
wandered into the mob of girls and I followed him." Alex looked around and
frowned before he said, "I don't mean to be harsh, but some of my much more
experienced buddies should have broken off from the mob as well. Lucky for
the kid it worked out."

"My thought exactly," Bucky agreed. "I was wondering if you would be
interested in a new assignment watching over my son and his friend Doug,
who you just watched over briefly outside. Their guards, the taller one
with dark hair trying to get them seated and the younger looking guy
wearing glasses are kind of overworked and they need some help although
they don't know it or admit they put in some long hours."

"Wow! Thank you Bucky!" Alex exclaimed happily as he looked over the boys
and then frowned and looked at Bucky with questioning eyes, "Do you have
the authority to hire someone?"

Bucky smiled, "My last name is Trenton. You figure it out."

Alex looked down at his embroidered shit and looked up with a grin, "DUH!"
He exclaimed with a giggle, "Now I get it, Trenton International Security!
I'm sorry Sir, I didn't know or understand."

Medi rushed over and pulled at Alex's hand impatiently, "Hurry, you can sit
with us. I haven't met Paul yet but I have his brother Marc. You will like
us, that is Sean and I after we get you into bed."

Alex followed but was stunned. "Am I that obvious?" he asked as Medi pulled
him down to sit between them.

"Certainly not," Medi giggled, "the adults just assume you are since Bucky
hired you to guard us at school and the rest of us have most excellent
working gaydar. Plus of course Doug is an extraordinary cock magnate. I
couldn't keep my hands off him either when we first met." Medi continued
almost without taking a breath, "I say, Alex, do you have a legal
passport?"

"Passport? No, and I don't have an illegal one either. Are you guys for
real?" Alex asked as he began to suspect he was being had somehow.

"Well you must get one from your government by Christmas. No, rather by
Thanksgiving, you see we're all going on a cruise over that holiday and we
might stop in some countries that require them. Then at Christmas we will
be going down to Doug's island in the Bahamas. The day after Christmas
there, we'll be leaving to visit my country."

"Yeah, well I don't think I can afford to do that much traveling if you
really aren't bullshitting me."

Sean joined the conversation, "He isn't Alex, Medi, short for Mohammed, is
the Crown Prince of Bachal which is located on the Persian Gulf. We'll be
his guests there so that won't cost anything. We'll fly there on Evan
Falconburg's 747." He stretched his neck to search out Evan, and pointed
him out with Billy, sandwiched between Hans and Herman. Just then the
gymnastic teams began marching in down both sides of the raised platform
that almost filled the arena floor. Sean shouted in Alex's ear to be heard
over the din, "Fuck it, you'll meet everyone at dinner to night."

The girls entered first, in long lines by height so of course Paul brought
up the rear of the men since he was a head taller than the next tallest
athlete in front of him. The whole arena erupted into a mad, cheering,
stomping mob. With perhaps Paul's personal fans the loudest even Bucky and
all the other adults joining the boys. After the place quieted slightly
after introductions, waiting for the rotations to begin, Bucky leaned
forward and raised an eyebrow in Doug and Buck's direction. He had a
private word with them in the suite.

The two stood and made their way along their tier of seats, excusing
themselves politely as they made their way toward the adults and the two
teenage girls sitting with Frank. Doug and Buck both grinned at the girls
both of whom looked up them. "Hi, I'm Doug and this is Buck. Would you like
to get away from the old fogies? There are two seats over next to us. Come
on you can meet the guys and we'll warn you about the one's you shouldn't
meet," he joked.

Both girls looked as if they were ready to drop their drawers and make
babies on the spot. They certainly didn't ask permission as they tromped on
Frank's feet in their haste to join so many beautiful 'hunks' whom they'd
seen pictures of mostly nearly naked in Dylan's magazine. They would be
sitting very close to Dylan himself but he didn't compare to Doug and Buck
in the flesh when the 'flesh' in question protruded so naturally from the
boy's cargo pants.

Buck decided to exact a bit of retribution for his father's order to invite
girls over that morning. He turned and grinned, "Say Dad before the meet
starts, Doug is getting hungry, can we send someone to get us something and
some drinks too?"

"You just had breakfast for God's sake, what are you trying to do, eat me
out of house and home?" he joked and nodded. "You were early by half an
hour so I guess I lost the pool but you made the Chancellor here a few
hundred bucks richer. Okay, I'll find someone, now return to your seats
with your guests, but no hanky panky," he warned to Buck's back. Buck
stumbled, blushed and kept moving away from the adults while Bucky pulled
out his phone.

"There's no need Bucky. I anticipated the need for food and drink. I hired
a caterer. The food will arrive wrapped in the same concession wrappers,
anything the concession serves and the drinks for us can be anything you
like. The bar is open too."

"Thank you Frank," he looked at his watch, "it too early for me. I'll have
a Coke and a chili cheese dog with extra onions if possible."

Becky elbowed him with a disarming grin, "And just were where you planning
to sleep tonight, onion breathe?" she asked sweetly before breaking into a
giggle. She looked up at Frank, "I think I'll have the same, but with a
tall gin and tonic."

"Utoh," Bucky moaned, "no sleep for me tonight," he mumbled and grinned at
his wife

"Done. Coming right up." Frank turned and motioned two boys over. Both wore
tee shirts proclaiming that they were concession employees except they
pulled out pads and began to write orders for the whole mob including the
Trustees and their wives.

The meet began and the superb athletes began to do their thing on the
apparatus. Paul started out on the parallel bars. He worked his body over
the length of both and signally as was expected, but what wasn't expected
were his pauses and his smile when he released one hand and stood on the
other with his hand at his side. His dismount was a blur that slow motion
cameras would have to record. He landed with his heels touching, He raised
his arms and the tumult was deafening and Paul's smile broke into a huge
grin.

Mark, who had thousands and thousands of pictures of his brother, was busy
adding other male gymnasts to his collection as they worked other
apparatus. He'd appraised them as individuals as they took off their sweats
and more than a few appraised his casual handsomeness and the bulge in his
shorts right back. It seemed everyone's gaydar was fine-tuned, and there
were more than a few on both teams. After the cheering died down and Marc
saw three tens and the rest nines, Paul's score, he rushed his big brother
and forgot about anyone other than Paul and cursed himself for not
watching. Marc ran to his stack of camera cases and selected one of the
biggest.

John Wilcott broke off from cheering his eldest son hysterically to watch
Marc. He sputtered after seeing him hoist a professional video camera to
his shoulder while wondering if he ever got his credit card back from when
Marc went to buy an underwater camera that turned out to be two. "Where the
hell did he get that and all that other stuff?" he asked his wife.

Elise giggled at John's consternation and punched him in the arm. "Fool,
remember that he has a few million of his own now and he can afford what he
wants. Anton told him to take lots of pictures and Dylan gave him press
credentials so they created a monster. He missed Paul on the bars but he
won't miss him on the other apparatus and certainly not tumbling."

While the Wilcott's talked, Marc approached Paul hesitantly, mindful of
Paul's very sincere threat the night before. They high fived and Marc
congratulated his brother. "I missed the bars, sorry," He began while
looking morose, which usually worked if he wanted something from Paul. "I
was wondering, if, after the meet is over you'd do the bars again for me
while I tape it?"

"Where?" Paul asked suspiciously.

Marc pointed at the bars, "Right there, only without that fucking
shirt. Dylan and I decided to kind of champion you along with, Doug, Harm,
Pettie and a few other jocks in the magazine so we need some skin."

"Do you realize that I'll be dragging ass by the time this meet ends?" Paul
was incredulous but also flattered. He relented, "Okay, but just the bars
right?"

"Of course just the bars." Marc agreed tongue in cheek. He had actually
been Paul's trainer at home without either of them realizing it. He could
always push his brother into repeating a routine if he felt that it wasn't
perfect or if he didn't capture the perfect photo and planned on coaxing
Paul into repeating everything only without him wearing a shirt.

Paul's team won their first meet by a wide margin and he took the top
scores among the men. After the brief closing ceremonies, the crowd began
to leave the arena when a few people noticed that Paul once again
approached the parallel bars, this time shirtless and wearing very tight,
revealing shorts. A young blond photographer followed him with a video
camera on one shoulder and barely managed a six-foot stepladder on the
other. Gradually, most of the crowd, including all of his Family paused to
watch. After laughing at Marc's attempt to open the ladder without
relinquishing his camera, Paul helped and Marc climbed up to straddle the
top facing the bars.

Once comfortable, Marc nodded. Paul mounted and repeated his routine
flawlessly. By then most of the audience still in the arena had reversed
course. Some found better seats but most stood. After Paul's once again
perfect dismount, Marc scampered down the ladder and scooted to his brother
to show him something on the camera's tiny screen.

On hearing loud cheering again, everyone on both teams left their locker
rooms in various states of undress, even the girls, but all were decent, if
barely. Both teams climbed to the raised floor and then sat or lay down to
watch Paul's moves closely especially the boys and take mental notes on how
to improve their own routines based on his successes that day.

The brothers ignored the cheering and the men's teams surrounding the two
as they studied Paul's moves. "The judges didn't see that!" Paul argued
briefly.

"But I did and you can bet your ass that the Olympic judges will too," Marc
countered. He then added, "Oh, by the way, you looked a little wobbly on
the rings. I thought you were going to loose it there once." The teams
gasped at that criticism because Paul nearly won the rings, being edged out
by a teammate by only half a point. That boy was proportionately stronger,
a fact that worried Paul constantly, the strength to height ratio. He was
simply the giant of gymnastics.

"Shit," Paul grumbled and headed toward the rings without further protest
or being asked. He went into his training mode or trance and stayed there,
oblivious to the noise from the crowd.

Morgan appeared at the rings and spotted when necessary as Marc coaxed Paul
through the entire meet, only the second time without a pause, or shirt and
wearing only his shorts. Each time Paul reviewed the next piece. Marc would
freeze a frame and point; Paul nodded and went off with Morgan following
and with Marc rushing to catch up along with the two teams. Paul finished
on the tumbling mat with a sweat glistened body and a huge smile. He still
ignored the cheering from the remaining crowd while he collared Marc with
an arm around his neck and affectionately washed his brother's face with
sweat after Marc approved that routine with a pleased smile. "Thanks bro,"
Paul said and added, "good thing the judges aren't as good as you are."

Marc traded cameras and followed Paul into the locker room. Bucky whispered
into his shirt and everyone wearing communications looked up with David who
nodded and moved to locate the new kid, Alex. By then Alex had traded his
uniform shirt for a University jersey and cap and looked like the rest of
the Family. He was occupied with Medi and Sean who were actively trying to
lore him into their suite that night. Alex just kept laughing at them while
shaking his head to decline their invitation.

David interrupted, "Alex? I'm David, and this is Noah. Go with Noah into
the locker room. No one's in there and there are other exits so anyone
could get in if they talked their way past the uniforms outside those
doors. Are you still packing?" he asked.

Alex looked offended by the question, "Of course, what kind of question is
that? I know I'm still working. I stuffed it in my waistband." He turned so
David and Noah could see the bulge in the big jersey in the small of his
back. "Who's in there that we need to watch over?" he asked following Noah
down from the stands.

"The Wilcott brothers," Noah answered simply at first, grinned when he saw
a blank look on Alex's handsome face, and explained, "Paul is the big
gymnast we came to see and Marc is his photographer younger brother."

Noah giggled, "The one with the deep tan and British accent is none other
than a crown prince of a small but very wealthy Arab country and his best
bud Sean, is the heir to an international drug company, like Johnson and
Johnson, not the kind of drugs you were thinking about," he added when he
saw Alex frown.

Alex and Noah walked into the locker room in time to hear a strange silence
descend. They found the team further undressed and standing in a loose
circle surrounding Marc and eyeing his camera suspiciously. Paul stood
behind Marc and grinned. He hadn't told Marc that he clued his teammates in
about the model releases and fees in advance. Marc had just offered each
who agreed to be photographed the sum of one hundred dollars. A little
blond with a perfectly sculpted body was down to his jock. He was the one
who had snatched the rings from Paul. The blond stretched dramatically with
his hands over his head. Marc couldn't resist he raised his camera. "Don't
even think about it," the boy said. "If you want me in your camera, I was
thinking that the initial fee should be more like a grand to start and if
any pics of me get published anywhere you would pay me another five
thousand each."

Marc the drama queen clutched his chest as he looked up at the ceiling as
if he was having a heart attack and was looking for the pearly gates. Paul
broke out laughing, as the rest of the team remained unimpressed while
agreeing with the blond champion. Marc whirled on his big brother, "You
already told them you motherfucker!" he accused.

Marc sat on a bench, found his checkbook and his model release forms and
began to write after each guy interested told him his name. It turned out
that they were all interested in earning a thousand dollars for showing a
little muscle wrapped in skin that they were all proud of displaying
anyway. Marc looked up suddenly and saw Noah and Alex standing at the end
of the locker row where they could stay out of the way, but actually they
both agreed the view was far better from there.

Marc's eyes locked on Alex and Alex's in turn fixed on Marc. Marc smiled
and nodded a come hither invitation to join him sitting on the bench in the
middle of the row. "Utoh, I think you two hotties are about to get
together," Noah mumbled as he nudged Alex forward.

Noah pushed Alex down on the bench alongside Marc and he took the other
side. "And your name is?" Marc asked.

"Alex, Alexander Graham," Alex replied and offered his hand. Marc ignored
it and began to write him a check.

"Hold it, Alex is joining our staff so no pictures." Noah said with a
frown.

Marc forgot all about writing checks, "He is? You are? Where?" Marc's grin
was contagious. Alex displayed a mouth full of perfect pearly whites as he
nodded twice and shrugged at the last question.

"He'll be working with David and I," Noah answered helpfully.

"Why no pictures?" someone asked standing in front of Marc.

Three heads turned together. The first thing they saw was a four inch limp
cock, a pair of very nice size balls and a neatly trimmed blond pubic
region all mounted between a pair of smooth muscular legs. All three of the
guys gradually raised their eyes to see the blond athlete grinning down on
them.

"We're bodyguards," Noah explained as simply as possible.

"Oh, so who are you guarding in here?" the kid asked. "You realize that
we're a team and most of us are into martial arts. If anyone came in here
looking for trouble we'd give it to him."

Noah smiled up at the boy. "What if the bad guy had a weapon?" he asked.

"Good point," the blond giggled, "if the dude had a gun pointed at one of
us then I think he'd be on his own while the rest of us got the hell out of
Dodge to call nine-one-one."

"Exactly." Noah laughed before he sobered. "We're here because Paul and
Marc are a part of the extended family and another guy was kidnapped a
couple of months ago, a case of mistaken identity but still he was at risk,
so here we are to see to it that nothing like that happens again."

"Wow!" the kid said and frowned down on Marc, dismissing the subject.

"So, are you going to write me a check or stare at my cock?" The boy
giggled again as Marc blushed and started writing. "Man, you are so busted,
he whispered when he bent to take his check and sign a release.

The dinner, with the all the Family also included all of the trustees,
their wives and children, along with both teams. Paul invited his teammates
and Marc invited the opposing team after scurrying to their locker room
with Alex at his side and little time to do much more than to gain a few
additional model releases but of course at one hundred dollars each since
his brother hadn't told them about the higher rate and he needed some
candid shots of both teams.

Bucky gave up, called the hotel a final time and changed a sit down dinner
to a buffet that included both seafood and steaks grilled to order, or
prime rib cut with the rib intact. During cocktails the girls, at least the
teens didn't know where to look first, up at living happy handsome smiling
faces or down at bulges in the shorts or long pants they were wearing. They
were gratified to find that the guys were relaxed and friendly. Doug and
Buck were the biggest hit among the girls until the doors opened and a
group of guys walked in. All carried either boxes or what looked like rolls
of heavy paper. Dylan was in the lead, followed by Marc carrying an
artist's portfolio with Alex carrying another. Both were still joined at
hip. Little Pettie with his coach and lover Scott at his side carried the
rolls. They all followed Dylan to long tables he'd requested be set up off
to the side.

Dylan struggled to open the sealed box he'd carried, "Shit, does anyone
have a knife to cut this tape?" he wondered aloud. Suddenly there was a
snick, like metal hitting metal and Alex waved a switchblade in front of
Dylan's eyes.

"Never leave home without one I always say." Alex sliced the tape, put away
his knife and leaned into the box so he could see what was inside. It was
full of magazines. Alex looked back at Pettie towering over
everyone. "You're on the cover," he said and quickly stepped back out of
harm's way, over to help Marc open his fat portfolio.

The guys, girls and all the adults crowded the tables to see what was so
interesting as Dylan began handing out copies of the latest but as yet
unreleased edition of his magazine and Pettie was the feature including the
center pull out poster. Doug grinned and snapped open the rolled up
posters. Pettie's were on top. It was a full-length body shot taken from
the rear. Marc took the picture during a practice. Everyone was
nude. Scott, Pettie's coach and lover was barely visible, just his eyes and
the top of his head as he looked up to explain what Pettie needed to work
on when he got into the pool. Harm and Doug were at his side but not in the
picture.

Pettie had turned his head to them but never bent it to look down on them;
just his eyes sank to blue slits between obscenely long eyelashes so his
face was in profile and wearing a patient open mouthed smile, while his
body was relaxed, every muscle from his wide massive shoulders was visible
as if he was straining. He had one foot on the floor and the other was
lifted with the sole of his foot planted on his calf just below his knee,
and he had his hands, while clutching a cap and swim goggles, on the area
his hips would be if he had any. His tiny crack was almost invisible as it
merged with incredible thighs. That's when Marc began burning film as fast
as he could and ultimately selected this one photo for the centerfold.

Pettie however was having none of it. "Nope," he said as he looked at the
other pictures accompanying the article. "These are all okay, but this one
is out. I'm not showing my bare ass to the world, scratch this one please."

Dylan looked apoplectic at first, and then reconsidered. He grinned up at
the blond giant, but from a safe distance, "We have your signed release..."
he began.

"No you don't," Pettie countered, "I never signed anything," he insisted.

"I, I kind of think I did," Scott looked up at his lover. "Remember back
home, your parents wouldn't let you come up here unless they gave me
temporary custody in case something happened, maybe an accident. No
hospital would treat you as a minor without authorization, so I'm it."

Pettie's shoulders slumped, "Shittt..." escaped him before he realized he'd
just cursed in mixed company. "Sorry ladies," he mumbled.

One of the girls grabbed Pettie's arm, offered him a magic marker and led
him to the table where the his posters were stacked, "Could I have your
autograph?" Frank's daughter asked hopefully. Then she added quickly,
"Please don't sign on your body, over here," she pointed. "My name's
Missy," she blushed out.

Pettie grinned down on Missy, resigned to his fate. He whispered to the
girl as he wrote, "This should get you a few points with your friends." He
wrote; 'Missy, Thanks for a fantastic weekend! Love, Pettie Mason.'

"OH MY GOD!" Missy exclaimed. "THANK YOU PETTIE!"

"My extreme pleasure Missy." Pettie bent and kissed her cheek.

"You may as well sign these too," Marc interrupted and tossed three eleven
by fourteen inch photos on top the poster along with a pen with a finer
tip. Pettie glanced at the top most photo, one of him hugging his knees
while laughing at someone off to his side. Water streamed from his hair
down his forehead. Some got stuck in his eyelashes while some formed
droplets in his long curling eyelashes. His smile revealed his sparkling
white even teeth. He was obviously naked because no colorful band of
bathing suit showed on his lean butt above tile flooring. Luckily one big
super sized foot hid his package effectively from the camera.

Pettie looked down on Marc. His look said, 'Tonight, you are so dead.' Marc
backed out of range to add other smaller shots of the other guys with the
big posters. Dylan had pushed other athletes behind the table for an
autograph session. Doug just giggled and signed but Buck and Evan were not
quite as complacent or accepting and glared at Marc to agree with Pettie's
opinion of the photographer's fate.

Evan and Buck actually looked like twins in their photos, paternal to be
sure just like they did when the gang first met Evan in
Ft. Lauderdale. Both looked younger than they actually were and attracted
the younger prepubescent girls to collect pictures, posters and their
autographs. Medi also drew the girl's attention because he was exotic in
appearance and was closely attended by two Japanese boys who surveyed the
room constantly looking for who knew what. Although there were no posters
or photos of Medi or Sean, when Dylan saw the interest by the younger girls
he resolved to correct his lapse and whispered to Marc. A photo spread and
a few words about Medi being an Arab crown prince with almost limitless
wealth and Sean, the heir to an international pharmaceutical dynasty would
certainly boost circulation among preteen girls.

Alex, the brand new guy, attached himself to Marc's side all during dinner
and after for autographs while he frequently glanced at Doug. Before
dinner, just after Alex took off his cap, Doug looked up and moaned,
"Goddamn, a smoothie."

Alex frowned, unaware of the problem, Buck explained that Doug was
referring to Alex's hair, that Doug was envious since his was most
definitely not and wouldn't even stay combed for long even if he tried,
which wasn't often while Alex never needed a comb. Buck then asked Alex
where he was bunking.

Alex didn't get a chance to answer, Marc answered for him, "With me, but
you can have seconds if he wants too." Alex grinned and nodded
enthusiastically agreeing with the sleeping arrangements out of anyone's
hearing.

###

Once in an empty suite, Alex watched with bug eyes as the three others
stripped in the living area. He was amazed to see that they were all
completely tanned. The three posed for him before they frowned, waiting for
him to strip as well. He slowly complied and when he was naked they gawked.

"You're a swimmer," Doug declared as he stared at the sleek body with brief
tan lines that declared that Alex wore a speed suit when in the sun

"Yeah," Alex answered with his eyes on the floor, "once upon a time. I kind
of got a full boat scholarship. My roommate was a party animal, I wasn't
but learned. I flunked out by the end of the first semester. My parents
kind of disowned me; I needed a job and got this gig. Now you know the rest
of the story."

"Did you fuck around with other guys much?" Marc asked as he began running
his hands over Alex's amazing body that resembled his brother Paul's
although smoother, leaner, much like an older Doug or Harm at the moment.

Alex shrugged, enjoying Marc's tactile inspection. He answered the critical
question, almost purring, "A friend in high school, but just hand jobs and
then in college with my roommate when he was blitzed. He thought he was
getting head or fucking his girlfriend depending on what I wanted to
try. The next morning he acted like nothing happened even though I was in
his bed and he was spooned behind me."

Buck whispered to Doug and took off running, out the door and down the hall
to pound on doors. He explained to the frowning occupants briefly and ran
to the next door, avoiding the cluster of suites occupied by parents. Soon
the rest of the guys appeared to surround Alex without touching him but all
were very tempted. Marc dropped his hands. One weighed Alex's balls while
the other stroked his four-inch dangling cock until it was nine inches,
hard and horizontal to his sleek body.

"WOW!" Marc mumbled.

With that, Alex opened his eyes shaken from his reverie. He looked around,
saw that he was surrounded, and that Marc had sunk to his knees preparing
to take him in his mouth. He stepped back. "Hey guys, this is
embarrassing." He declared with a head to toe blush staring down at very
handsome Marc.

Alex did and saw that everyone was as hard as he was. "Holy shit! Would
this be what might be called the start of an orgy?" he asked rhetorically
as most of his cock disappeared into Marc's mouth and other couples resumed
whatever they were doing before Buck interrupted them in their suites. Two
Japanese boys mesmerized him as they sank to the carpet on their backs to
be welcomed by a pair of Latin twins who were followed by another set of
twins, who were younger. This pair eagerly spread the Latin brothers'
taught ass cheeks and entered them. He wondered aloud what they were doing
with six hands stacked between the two threesomes.

Doug answered with a giggle and without missing a stroke into Buck. "Hey,
they just made sandwiches. The twins, both sets kind of control things and
when they cum, all six will do it together." Doug saw disbelief in Alex's
expression. "Really, we'll try it after they get done if you want to. Marc
likes to bottom mostly but since you're new you can have any position you
want."

Alex looked down at Marc and whispered, "Do you want to be on the bottom?"
he asked, Then before Marc could respond he added, "If you do, I'd like to
be in the middle with Doug on top of me." Marc nodded and redoubled his
pace. Alex began responding by meeting Marc half way. Suddenly every muscle
in his body showed through his tanned skin. His hands went to the back of
Marc's head to pull him in tighter but Marc was ready and had a hand on
each of Alex's hip bones to push him back so Alex could fill his mouth so
he could really taste the nectar from the man who he hoped would be his
first lover, and not have the load injected into his throat.

Alex woke in the morning amid a tangle of bodies; Spencer wore Tommy like a
small blanket. Medi and Sean shared his body, half on and half off on
either side while both grasped his cock passively and on the other side,
Harm cuddled his lover Huss. He was stunned at first until he recalled that
he'd shared his body with anyone in the Family who got to him in a vacant
moment.

The phone rang and Alex struggled up over Spenser, Marc and Tommy's bodies,
"Hello?"

A distinctive voice responded, "Breakfast is in the Presidential
Suite. We'll be leaving for home in an hour so if you snooze you lose."

"Thank you Sir, we'll be there," Alex answered to a dead phone. He pushed
and shoved the others to wakefulness while he climbed over Harm and Huss to
look for his clothes; of course they were nowhere to be found.

"Shit, I left them in that other suite," Alex mumbled as he ran out the
door naked but more concerned about finding his clothes than modesty. One
door wasn't quite closed. He tried that. He found Buck and Doug spooned on
the sofa and Doug in the middle of his wake up call into Buck. He found the
floor littered with clothes and his own behind the sofa currently occupied
by the busy couple. "Breakfast is being served in the Presidential Suite
right now," he advised as he dressed, "and," he continued, "we're leaving
in an hour."

"Who says?" Buck croaked.

"I think your father." Alex answered as he stuffed his bikini briefs into
his shorts' pocket.

"Shit," Doug moaned and increased his pace dramatically. "I guess we should
have answered the fucking phone earlier," he mumbled as he froze in place
and pumped his morning load into Buck. He kissed Buck passionately. "We
better hurry, I'll catch you on the plane," he promised and withdrew.

"Plane? How are you guys going to fuck around on a plane?" Alex asked
forgetting that he'd been told of a 747.

Both Doug and Buck grinned as they realized that Alex was in for another
case of culture shock. "You'll see when you get on the plane." Buck
answered and looked around, "Hey where's your lover boy?"

Alex froze at the door. He turned and grinned before answering, "You know I
really hope he is. He's a little flaky but then all of you are too and I
guess I'm on my way to joining you. Later" he said while stuffing his
weapon in the back of his pants and running back down the hall to find Marc
and then the Presidential Suite and breakfast.

###

A pair of chartered busses took the Family to the airport Sunday morning
that left exactly on time, Alex noted with a glance at his watch. "Didn't
anyone do a head count?" he asked Marc as Marc handed him a messy sandwich
made of scrambled eggs, bacon and sausage patties wrapped in a hotel napkin
just as Evan and company walked by to find seats. The limos and trucks left
for New Jersey the previous evening so they could meet some of the plane's
passengers when it landed in Newark.

Evan stopped to frown down on them. "What?" Marc asked with his mouth full.

"Nothing except I'm serving a Champaign brunch on board and now you mothers
will be full." Evan accused.

Marc laughed, "Just when was I ever full of food, and I like a taste of the
bubbly now and then if its good stuff, not that sparkling shit you serve
that's dated with the current month instead of a year."

Evan started to climb over Alex to get at Marc but was neatly intercepted
by Hans and Herman with big hands, one under each armpit. They whisked him
away like he was luggage. Alex looked confused. "If they're his bodyguards,
how can they just haul him away instead of just killing you?"

Marc swallowed and answered, "Our bodyguards are also around to keep order
if necessary. Like Noah, I fuck with him all the time because I like him
but when I push him too far he has this martial arts thing and if I'm not
fast enough he puts a hand on the back of my neck and I go to sleep. No one
knows how he does it but he does it. As far as Evan is concerned, I was
just fucking with his mind, the wine cellar he has on board his plane is
almost second to none according to Toby and Terry. They own a premiere
estate winery in California and if there's a bottle under a hundred bucks a
bottle, they'd be surprised and half of that is theirs so they know."

"Wine cellar on a plane?" Alex asked, "Are you fucking with my brain?"

"A little, but Evan's plane is just something you have to see for the first
time to really believe." Marc assured Alex as the two coaches drove through
an access gate that led directly onto the tarmac alongside a huge
hanger. The equally large plane had just been towed from the hanger and was
ready for boarding. As the busses rounded the corner of the cavernous
building they were shaded by the plane and the view of it was the belly and
landing gear.

Bucky stood up quickly, turned to the rear and frowned slightly which ended
what was to be a pushing and shoving mass exodus before it even got
started. "Everyone stay seated. Evan, you and your group get off first. I
imagine you may have some last minute details to take care of."

"Thanks Bucky." Evan smirked as he led his entourage off the bus directly
to and up the waiting stairs. Bucky then allowed everyone else off starting
with the front most seats and moving back until the bus was empty.

"Boy Dad you are one big party pooper. We had a bet going about who was
going to be first out of the bus and you handed Evan the win," Buck
complained once on the plane.

###

"You can close your mouth now." Marc advised Alex as they surveyed the main
lounge decorated with museum quality antiques all bolted to the deck. He
grabbed Alex's hand and tugged. "Come on dude the bedrooms are back
further. They passed Harm and Becky in an appraisal mode. Both shook their
heads despondently.

"What's with Harm and Mrs. Trenton they look like they're about to cry?"
Alex asked,

"They're both into old junk, and this old shit was ruined somehow. Ask Harm
later, he'll explain until you'll be sorry you asked."

Evan dashed into their path. "Oh know you don't," he said with outstretched
arms. "The flight isn't long enough, you'll be missed and Bucky will be
pissed. Wait until we get back to school and brunch awaits." He added,
pointing to the open dinning room door.

Alex was cowed since he was an employee but Marc wasn't. "I'd rather eat
him now and lunch at school," he said too loudly within his mother's
hearing.

"MARCUS!" Elise screamed.

"Woops," Marc shrugged his shoulders at his mother. "Sorry mom." He turned
toward Alex accusingly and said, "Save it you horn toad you! Let's get some
brunch."

"Horn toad? Me?" Alex answered incredulously.

###

There were other meets, swimming, diving or gymnastics. The Family attended
them all if a Family member was involved as a contestant. Then suddenly the
long awaited Thanksgiving break arrived and it was time to begin a weeklong
cruise on Sea Song. The boys and their bodyguards happily boarded Evan's
plane. After they were airborne JC stood up to address them all.

"We, that is me, are sorry to deceive you," JC said, and continued, "but we
are on our way to recover some wealth my father accrued before he
died. There is the remotest possibly that there will be opposition to my
recovery but danger exists, any of you who do not wish to help may remain
on Dagger Cay until we return."

"I'm in," Marc boomed first with a grin, then asked, "how much wealth?"
putting finger quotes around wealth.

JC blushed before answering Marc's blunt question. "Around ten billion
dollars in cash I think, plus some gold, honestly, it is difficult to
calculate but the danger is very real so consider carefully."

No one hesitated, they all cheered JC's good fortune, all except the
bodyguards, they had already been apprised of the adventure and the
possible difficulties just before leaving New Jersey. Unlike most of the
boys, they knew of the entire plan and the safeguards as well as the
dangers.